Nights Embrace is coming April 2nd 2014
This is Roxana Nights and Trevor Malone's story. It's the first in the Others of Seattle Series, but don't worry. You'll see several of your favorite's from the Others of Edenton.
~~ It all started with a song. ~~
Roxana Nights was late to another gig, thanks to her first love, and drummer. It’s been years since she left Jordan, but he won’t let her go. Then she hears a voice that pulls her under a spell and changes her whole world.
Trevor Malone just moved to Seattle with his band. Music is his only passion, until he lays eyes on Roxana. He’s never felt anything as strong as the pull to her. Now he needs to find a way to introduce her to his world.
There’s only one problem. A rival clan won’t rest until they’ve taken Trevor’s down. Unwilling to let old grudges die, they target Roxy. Trevor will do anything to keep her safe.
Roxy learns that the world she writes is closer to reality than she ever imagined, and not not all monsters are evil, though some are ruthless.
Will love stay strong when the past comes out? Can they survive the centuries old vendetta?
With Roxy and Trevor both in their own bands, it only made sense that I include my playlist for Nights Embrace.
A little tease
There was a tap to her knee and her gaze cut up. Her breath caught in her throat where her heart lodged itself. It was the singer smiling down at her. Her words dried up. She sat there frozen a second before sitting forward, setting her laptop down, and then yanking her earbuds out. “Hi… uh sorry… um… aren’t you in Lunar Storm?” Her eyes briefly closed. She wanted to smack herself for how stupid she have must sounded. He nodded, his smile widened. “Don’t apologize. I’m sorry for the intrusion, but yes, I’m Trevor Malone.” His accent colored his words, but it was faded, as if he had been in the States for years. He had a strong jaw, full mouth, jade green eyes and sharp cheekbones. Roxy was lost in his gaze. When she finally got her wits together she smiled back at him. “Roxy, but you already know that.” She reached forward, shaking his hand. He had a strong, smooth grip, and his hands were intoxicatingly warm. “Sorry about my drummer. Jordan’s an ass.” “No worries. Can I join you?” he asked, his gaze sliding to the seat across from her. “Yes, of course.” Roxy shoved her laptop into her backpack and put her earbuds away as he took a seat. The morning was already looking up. “I was doing what I always do,” she muttered sheepishly. “I’m curious what had you beating your poor keyboard with such passion,” his dark brow arched. Roxy snorted. “Writing. You could say I get wrapped into my characters heads.” “Characters?” She licked her lips, wishing she could take that back, but it was too late now. “Yeah. I’m an indie author.” He leaned forward, his hands on the table. “You’re that Roxana Nights?” Her breath caught and she felt the flush creep up her face. “Uh, yeah. You know about me?” “Sorcha said you might be her. She got me hooked on your books.” Shit. Of course he has a girlfriend. Trevor added, “Her man Joey won’t read them, but I like a little of everything. I’m intrigued by your take on the magical world.” Relief washed over her, but she was still a little flustered that he may have read some of her stuff. “I uh… I don’t know what to say.” “I love the way you bring your characters to life.” “Thanks.” Please tell me he’s not some creepy stalker fan. He shook his head, a blush creeping onto his own face. “Sorry, I saw you sitting down. I couldn’t help myself. Last night I felt a spark between us. I had to have a chance to talk to you.” There was no denying that spark. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Your band is amazing.” “Nothing compared to you,” he replied. She bit her lip and took a deep breath. “So, we love each other’s passions. Can I suggest that we skip past all of the ego-stroking and get right to getting to know one another as real people? I mean, I’m obviously not my characters, or the same as when I’m on stage. I’m guessing the same goes for you.” Because as hot as Mr. Voice was in his leather pants and fitted shirt, she had a strong desire to curl up in his arms with that warm sweater and jeans. He was even more inviting dressed down with his hair falling in his eyes. “Sounds good to me,” he answered, staring into her eyes. “How long have you been in Seattle?” “Not long at all. In fact, I was hoping that maybe you could show me around.” “Really? You need a tour guide?” For him, she could play the part. Spending the day with him, listening to his sexy accent while getting to know him was a much better way to spend her day than avoiding Jordan to write. He shrugged, his dimples showing as he smiled. “Only if you don’t mind walking around the city with me.” “I’m up for it. What did you have in mind?” “I keep hearing about Pick Place Market. Maybe we can start there.” She didn’t buy it, but he wore such an innocent expression she played along. Besides, it was her favorite tourist trap. When she suffered from writer’s block she could spend the day people watching. She could always count on finding inspiration among the crowd. “Pike Place Market,” she corrected with a laugh. “It’s a bit of a walk. I suggest breakfast first if you haven’t eaten yet.” “I can always eat.” “Give me a minute then. I should tell Skylar I’m heading out.” He nodded and she slipped out of the booth. She took a look at her phone and saw the three missed calls from Jordan before she shut it off and slid it into her backpack. Skylar had her Vanilla Breve ready by the time she was up at the counter. Roxy glanced back at Trevor and grinned. “So, I’ll be leaving with Mr. Voice.” “You swear you’ll ditch Jordan today?” Skylar prompted. “Consider it done. He’s called three times, which is a record since it’s not even noon yet.” “Don’t let Jordan talk you out of Trevor.” “I won’t. I plan to enjoy myself.” “Good, now go do something crazy.”